The Retort Curteous.—Motorist (cheerfully—to fellow-guest in house party). "What luck? Killed anything?"
Angler (bitterly). "No. Have you?"
Vicar's Daughter. "Oh, Withers, your mistress tells me you are saving up to take a little shop and look after your mother. I think it is such a sweet idea!"
Withers. "Well, yes, miss, I did think of it; but now I've got the money I've changed my mind, and I'm going to buy myself one of these 'ere bicycles instead!"